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       Answers




 

No, I can't guarantee the correctness of these answers...

...but they're the best we
have at the moment...

...so sue me...

Photo #1

Drugstore:

1. Main Street at New York Ave (to left)
2. Fanny Farmers Candies occupied the corner portion of this store
3. In the late 40’s (possibly into the 50’s) there was still a drugstore on this corner; some remodeling had occurred and there were diagonal double doors right across the store corner—Marc Winer’s father worked there ( I think as the pharmacist)

Grants:

1. Grants moved from 268 Main street shown here to 349 New York Ave (almost opposite Elm Street)
2. 1n 1946 Grants took part of 349 New York Ave as an annex to get more selling space, and operated both the Main Street store and the Annex as one from 1946 to 1949—by late 1949-50 Grant’s was able to get the whole New York Ave store and begin remodeling program--and was completely in the new store—any answer covering1949 OR 1950 is acceptable.
3. While we were in high school, Marsh’s Men’s Store occupied the space shown as Grants in the photo

Elkins:

1. Sign in photo shows Elkins located at the corner of New York Ave and Elm Street. When we were in school, that space was occupied by Asher’s Fabric Shop
2. Huntington Sports Shop (originally started by Sol Elkins as a bicycle shop around 1915) was located in the 50’s at 344 New York Ave, on the east side between Main and Elm


Photo #2

1. Central Presbyterian Church
2. Bank of Huntington
3. Appliances
4. The Brush Block—originally extended at the same height all the way to the corner and up NY Ave to include where Libutti’s Jewelers was (still is), with a large brick steeple over what’s shown in photo as the liquor store—the missing portion was destroyed by fire in 1888, rebuilt in 1889, and subsequently again damaged, resulting in the appearance of the block in the photo
5. It was inside matchbook covers that were very common and many of us had (amazingly, several people remembered this factoid)
6. Complete poem below (I remembered about half--probably because I smoked too much and had a lot of matchbooks--several others remembered a couple of lines--this poem was all over town in the '50s--Ginger got the whole thing from Google--amazing!)

Photo #3

1. Oppenheim Collins, at New York Ave and Fairview Street
2. Rodenhurst Chevrolet
3. The old Huntington Hotel
4. The Huntington Historical Society(Conklin House)
5. High Street


Photo #4


1.
Main Street (or East Main, wherever that began—was it at NY Ave?)
2. This is the old Trade School Building, built in 1906. When we were in high school, it housed the offices of the Superintendent of Schools and the Board of Education
3. The intersection of Nassau Road and Main
4. The Old Burial Grounds (or old cemetery)
5. The Police Station and the Town Hall (on the corner of Stewart Ave). There was a lot next to the building shown in the photo, and then as I recall another one–floor building that in our time housed Huntington Auto Parts (owned by Sam Margulies) before the Police Station

Photo #5

1. Main (or West Main) and West Neck Road
2. Approx 1950-1951—any 3-year period including any of these years is acceptable
3. St. Patrick’s School
4. The new A&P. (Also trying to remember if before it was here the A&P was on the near corner of West Neck Road---earlier it was further down Main on the North side, I think--not sure)
5. A bank. (can’t quite recall the name—Security National?) Before the bank there was a large old House here that I think Mrs. Rogers lived in—she played the organ at St. Pat’s church for years.

When Your Time Is Up

The horse and mule live 30 years
And nothing known of wines and beers.

The goat and sheep at 20 die
And never taste of Scotch or Rye.

The cow drinks water by the ton
And at 18 is mostly done.

The dog at 15 cashes in
Without the aid of rum and gin.

The cat in milk and water soaks
And then in 12 short years it croaks.

The modest, sober, bone-dry hen
Lays eggs for nogs, then dies at 10.

All animals are strictly 'dry':
They sinless live and swiftly die;

But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men "
Survive for three score years and ten.

And some of them, a very few,
Stay pickled till they're 92.


The Poem:
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